OOC
I’m back. Life’s just been hectic and rough so I took a hiatus (Babs knew). Anyways I am back and just letting you all know. I’ve missed you.
THE DEVIL: Temptation, or enslavement to an ideal. Misdirected passion is indicated here, such as a dead-end affair, or becoming trapped by ambition, perhaps investing energy or money in the wrong person or project for short-term gain. There is a danger that you may be following your base instincts, such as lust, greed, or the urge for power, to rule. The spell can be broken if you are willing to make a small sacrafice now to gain something more rewarding in the future.
JASON TODD/ DEATH
TALIA AL GHUL / STRENGTH
KATE KANE / THE MOON
DICK GRAYSON / THE SUN
BRUCE WAYNE / JUDGEMENT
ORACLE / THE HIGH PRIESTESS
TIM DRAKE / THE HERMIT
Climbin’ In Your Window
-chuckles, turning around- Not at all. What can I help you— Oh! The tunic, right?
Yes. That would be the reason as to why I am here. Is it finished?
Of course, -points at the table across the room- all nice and fixed. You’re welcome.
I never thanked you. -Picks it up and examines the work. He has to admit, its well done.-
Climbin’ In Your Window
-Damian can see The Birds of Prey Headquarters just a head. He wanted the rest of his costume back now that Barbara had repaired the patch or at least he presumed it would be done by now. He was getting tired of wearing his spare costume. It wasn’t the same. He shoots a line across the gap between him and a half open window of the headquarters, then proceeds to swing across. Soaring like the Robin he was. He shimmys the window opened more so he can slide in. He silently runs down the hall headed to the first place he goes to look for her.-
-sighs, leaning back in my chair in the monitor room- The City has gotten dull, I really should be concern.
-There she was, just as he suspected. He approaches slightly before he makes a sound to be noticed.- -tt-
Hello, Damian. -doesn’t glance back at you, eyes still fixed on the monitors-
-He stays silent for a moment before responding.- Are you currently occupied?
-chuckles, turning around- Not at all. What can I help you— Oh! The tunic, right?
Yes. That would be the reason as to why I am here. Is it finished?
Climbin’ In Your Window
-Damian can see The Birds of Prey Headquarters just a head. He wanted the rest of his costume back now that Barbara had repaired the patch or at least he presumed it would be done by now. He was getting tired of wearing his spare costume. It wasn’t the same. He shoots a line across the gap between him and a half open window of the headquarters, then proceeds to swing across. Soaring like the Robin he was. He shimmys the window opened more so he can slide in. He silently runs down the hall headed to the first place he goes to look for her.-
-sighs, leaning back in my chair in the monitor room- The City has gotten dull, I really should be concern.
-There she was, just as he suspected. He approaches slightly before he makes a sound to be noticed.- -tt-
Hello, Damian. -doesn’t glance back at you, eyes still fixed on the monitors-
-He stays silent for a moment before responding.- Are you currently occupied?
Climbin’ In Your Window
-Damian can see The Birds of Prey Headquarters just a head. He wanted the rest of his costume back now that Barbara had repaired the patch or at least he presumed it would be done by now. He was getting tired of wearing his spare costume. It wasn’t the same. He shoots a line across the gap between him and a half open window of the headquarters, then proceeds to swing across. Soaring like the Robin he was. He shimmys the window opened more so he can slide in. He silently runs down the hall headed to the first place he goes to look for her.-
-sighs, leaning back in my chair in the monitor room- The City has gotten dull, I really should be concern.
-There she was, just as he suspected. He approaches slightly before he makes a sound to be noticed.- -tt-
Climbin’ In Your Window
-Damian can see The Birds of Prey Headquarters just a head. He wanted the rest of his costume back now that Barbara had repaired the patch or at least he presumed it would be done by now. He was getting tired of wearing his spare costume. It wasn’t the same. He shoots a line across the gap between him and a half open window of the headquarters, then proceeds to swing across. Soaring like the Robin he was. He shimmys the window opened more so he can slide in. He silently runs down the hall headed to the first place he goes to look for her.-
Telling Tales
Took a walk downtown earlier this afternoon and came across Bill, Jerry and Bob, three boys I once met at the Wayne Foundation’s Quake Survivors Benefit. They asked me if I knew more stories I could share with them. I suppose I may take their offer to meet with them during the week. I have yet to decide if I will.
Mad World - Gary Jules
The Minnow & The Trout - A Fine Frenzy
